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About Me

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's theonly way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaksyour back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continuallydrunk.But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But bedrunk.And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass ofa ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everythingthat is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that issinging, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is andwind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to bedrunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, becontinually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."

My Interests

welsh corgis. my favorite word is leonine.

Music:

stuff like the mice, billy bragg, beck's one foot in the grave, the oh sees, holy shit, ccr, and other stuffs.

Movies:

boring movies from norway, sweden, and finland, b horror movies (and even c horror movies like robot ninja), jeremiah johnson, stuff with paul newman in it, etc.

Television:

master minds on court tv

Heroes:

and i guess single mothers, theyre the real heros.

My Blog

from early summer (found it stuck in a book)

our basement is too shorti tried to explain"it's like tying your shoebut the lace snaps"he walked back up the dusty stairsthrough cigarette butts and abandoned clothingshaking his headI stayed on my a...
Posted by oleh on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 04:53:00 PST

brown couch blues

I will have no son (or daughter). Sometimes, i think that while dodging drunks &nbs...
Posted by oleh on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 12:29:00 PST

2 poems

the divorce:In preschool Henry bit my fleshy arm and I started to cry while standingon primary colored pieces of the alphabet.I don't know why he did itbut we were friends again anyways in the afterno...
Posted by oleh on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 07:30:00 PST

new short poem

pilot:An hour before my eyes open I see the sun extinguished over the birthplace of aviation.Pink flamingos lay broken on every third lawn.The small streets are damp and quiet.Inside a dark brick subu...
Posted by oleh on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 03:57:00 PST

poem for poetry class

untitledHere are the facts. Listen: I.Three years ago, I was swearing in my sleep and ripping up stained pillows. I was dreaming of black clouds and my best friends burning my body with kerosene a...
Posted by oleh on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 08:49:00 PST

2 new songs i suppose

(first song) i used to like all that '77 and '84 type shit a whole lot:stoned face but seriouslyi checked with my closet but the bones said they're sorrywe voted so democratically but there's just no ...
Posted by oleh on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 04:42:00 PST

things

snow in september:And your world is still spinning in circles while I'm standing perfectly still.All the people that I knew have now grown up and moved to the pace of ten o clock news.And all the came...
Posted by oleh on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 07:58:00 PST

meh whatever.

My friend walked down euclid and 115th. Across the street were rundown golden arches,newspaper pigeons inside splintered plastic, and ancient sun stained posters. Everything was glaz...
Posted by oleh on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 11:11:00 PST

chewing paper

I now find myself sitting and sleeping in sunless sundays Locked inside a grey blue box 4 floors above reason two below insanity, A room covered in papers, synthetic sea blue colored blankets, brok...
Posted by oleh on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 05:42:00 PST

oh here's this old one that i still like for some reason.

Semi Lucid Illustrations Flood Fishermans Warf in JulyI was walking along 12th street a pacific dirty tar melting sidewalkwhen a seagull flew out of my mouth and got caught on a plastic soda pop can h...
Posted by oleh on Thu, 21 Sep 2006 11:30:00 PST